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That day I was awakened not by the gentle summer sun, but by a thunderstorm raging outside my window. Half an hour later, I was already out of the house. Wrapping a scarf around my head to somehow escape the rain, I hurried out into the street. Everywhere, absolutely everywhere: in the stores, on the streets, in the cars, there were nonhumans. Those creatures only remotely resembled people.